I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"A bunch of idiots."

Jiang Qingge slowly raised her eyelids.

Those eyes, clear as an autumn pool, revealed a chilling indifference and majesty, as if a celestial maiden were looking down upon the ants and mortals beneath her feet.

The morning light fell on his slender figure, dressed in white, spotless, yet a supreme sword intent seemed to flow around him, as if to shatter the frost and snow all at once.

As soon as he finished speaking, his slender figure vanished from the spot.

fast.

So fast that it left no afterimage, so fast that even the howling wind let out a short, mournful cry, as if the heavens and earth trembled at its speed.

"The first one."

The figure, like a sliver of dawn frost, pierced through the void, and when it reappeared, it stood silently in front of the Japanese assassin whose pants were half-undone.

They were so close that they could even see the desolate sky and snow-capped peaks reflected in their pupils.

With a gentle lift of her hand, her slender, jade-like fingers gracefully hooked the handle.

laugh! !

A wisp of sword energy, thin as a cicada's wing yet incomparably sharp, swept past, and the lower half of the Japanese assassin suddenly exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist.

Immediately afterward, Qingge's figure blurred again and disappeared into the wind and snow the instant her scream erupted.

She is moving.

Her footwork was unlike any martial art in the mortal world; it was as if she were stepping on layers of morning light ripples in the void. Each step brought with it swirling fine snowflakes, as if an invisible sword formation was generated with her.

"The second one."

Just as the Japanese assassin, who was about to slash at Xiong Ba, suddenly felt a chilling aura coming from behind, Qing Ge had already touched his shoulder like a ghost.

She leaped with the momentum of a snowflake, her movements as light and graceful as a plum blossom falling in the snow. Meanwhile, the Japanese assassin's knees simultaneously exploded with white bone fragments, causing him to crash to his knees on the blood-stained snow. The sound of his kneecaps shattering echoed through the training ground like porcelain breaking.

"The third one, the fourth one..."

On the vast training ground, the small figures had already formed a series of ethereal and unparalleled phantoms.

She danced and weaved among the Japanese assassins, like a banished sword immortal dancing alone in the morning breeze.

Each time they passed each other, it was accompanied by the dull thud of flesh tearing and the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Some people had their entire spine severed by an invisible sword intent as if it were broken inch by inch by a rotten piece of wood, with just a light sweep of a fingertip.

Someone had their chest stepped on by a toe, and their ribs shattered like porcelain, their blood blooming on the snow like tragic red plum blossoms.

She moved with the speed of a startled swan, leaving behind only a trail of blood in her wake, a scene both tragic and beautiful, gleaming with an eerie cold light in the morning sun.

This was no longer a stationary attack, but a bloody harvest carried out at extreme speed within a small space, with sword dances as beautiful as songs and killing intent as poetic as poems.

"The fifth one, the sixth one..."

Qingge suddenly appeared above the assassin's head, lightly touching the top of his head with her toes, then gliding past his waist, her sleeve flashing with a cold light.

The movements were devoid of any human touch, yet they left eternal and tragic sword marks on every meridian and every bone.

When the series of light, almost ethereal footsteps finally ceased, Qingge stood atop a stone pillar on the other side of the training ground, her white robes fluttering in the wind, the hem of her garments billowing slightly, yet unstained by a single drop of blood.

The Japanese assassins who had previously launched an attack were now all lying collapsed in the crimson pool of blood.

Some stared blankly as their severed fingers twitched in the snow; others clutched their groins, rolling and wailing in agony; still others had half their flesh scraped away by the incredibly fast sword wind, revealing piles of white bones that gleamed eerily in the cold wind.

They became eight writhing piles of mangled flesh, witnessing firsthand this ghostly, dynamic carnage in broad daylight amidst their pitiful cries.

Xiong Ba stared wide-eyed at the spotless little girl.

He never imagined that the act of killing could be so beautiful, or so desperate.

The chilling ruthlessness with which this five-year-old girl killed someone was probably no less than that of Bu Jingyun, who was known as the "Uncrying Death God" back then.

Qingge's figure seemed to blend into the snow-capped peaks of Tianshan, yet she was colder and more ethereal than the snow-capped peaks themselves.

Xiong Ba's teeth chattered, and the palm-leaf fan he had been using for show was almost crushed under his grip, the fan ribs groaning under the strain.

The remaining dozens of Japanese assassins completely collapsed.

They dropped their weapons and scrambled to escape this blood-soaked, demonic snowfield.

However, the place where Qingge stood was the realm of the Sword Sea.

In this invisible realm that separates life and death, the word "escape" has become the most vain joke—because she is the master of this world, and distance has long lost its meaning for her.

"Trying to leave?"

His clear, cold voice was ever-present, even drowning out the chilling wind and snow that filled the mountains and the distant, faint sound of pine trees.

Qingge's figure swayed slightly, instantly creating countless cold and ethereal afterimages among dozens of fleeing assassins.

Every shadow that flashes by marks the beginning of a human tragedy.

*Screech! Screech!*

The sound of sword energy piercing flesh was as fine as a sudden summer downpour, falling on the snow but instantly being stained with blood.

The first few assassins, while running wildly, suddenly felt a strange emptiness in their lower bodies, followed by excruciating pain.

They looked down and saw that their lower bodies had become a blurry mass of flesh, precisely sliced ​​off by the sword intent, turning into a cloud of blood dust that drifted away in the wind.

But the tragedy did not end there.

Qingge's figure continued to dart past, her fingertips lightly flicking the strings.

Click!Click!Click!

A series of crisp, clear sounds of bones cracking echoed across the snow-capped mountains.

The assassin was still rolling on the ground when his arms and legs were severed in the same instant by the force of the sword, which was like a noose.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, yet a jet of blood gushed out in the next second.

They became bloody, fleshy mounds, their hearts pounding wildly in pools of blood, unable to live or die, only able to utter incoherent sobs from their throats.

Finally, there were those distorted faces filled with terror.

The sword energy was like the most exquisite and merciless blades of judgment, gliding along the skin and bones.

His eyes were gouged out, his ears were cut off, his nose was sliced ​​off, and even his wailing lips were churned into a muddy mess by the sword wind.

In just a few breaths, the dozens of people who had been running for their lives had all turned into piles of flesh and blood that were no longer recognizable as human, without facial features or limbs.

In that utter silence and despair, they listened with their remaining half-ear as the blood in their bodies was drained away drop by drop, seeping into the cold snow and turning into pools of glaring crimson.

"This kind of murderous method, so chilling and ruthless... How can such terrifying martial arts exist in this world! You're not some little kid... You're a little devil!"

The Iron Ladder Demon finally realized something was wrong.

He let out a beastly roar, and his internal energy surged wildly like a volcanic eruption. His steel-like muscles suddenly expanded, tearing his upper body clothes apart and revealing the bulging veins that resembled dragons.

"roar!!"

With a sudden stomp of his feet, the entire training ground trembled violently, as if even the Tianshan Mountains were letting out a low sigh under that stomp.

With his overwhelming internal force, the Iron Ladder God rose into the air like a small black mountain, his arms bulging with veins, lifting a long iron ladder weighing over a thousand pounds, pouring all his life's fierce and unparalleled true energy into it, the ladder faintly trembling like a dragon's roar.

"Like Mount Tai pressing down!!"

The blow was powerful and heavy; the force of the falling iron ladder caused the air to explode with a piercing sound.

A fierce wind swept down, shattering the thick stone slabs on the ground into dust. Amidst the flying smoke and snowflakes, the heavy iron shadow seemed to smash through the entire outer heaven, causing the world to change color!

"You big dummy bear, is that all you've got?"

Under this violent internal pressure, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, Qingge merely smiled coldly.

With a simple, fair, jade-like hand, she lifted the weapon upwards and caught it steadily without moving an inch as it crashed down.

In the morning light, her figure was small yet as immovable as a mountain.

Then, under the desperate gaze of the Iron Ladder God, she slightly clenched her five fingers.

boom!!

The heavy iron ladder, weighing thousands of kilograms, shattered instantly in her delicate white hands.

However, the countless fragments that exploded did not scatter in all directions. Instead, they were drawn together by an unparalleled sword intent, transforming into countless swirling, cold iron blades that unleashed a targeted and incomparably precise storm of slaughter.

"ah--!!"

The screams instantly ripped through the silence of the Tianshan Mountains.

Amidst the shredding of countless swirling iron plates, his lower body was instantly ripped off and shredded by the sword energy, turning into a mass of crimson dust that drifted away in the wind and snow.

Immediately afterwards, the flying iron filings, like heavy-duty bone-chopping knives, precisely and cruelly cut into the joints of the limbs under the irresistible power of the sword.

Click!

Amidst a series of dull cracking sounds, the Iron Ladder Demon's tower-like limbs were severed at the root.

In the blink of an eye, his burly body went limp, becoming a violently convulsing pile of flesh in a pool of blood. Fresh blood gushed from the severed wound like a spring, blooming into huge blood lotuses on the snow.

Finally, there was that fierce-looking face.

The metal sheet, sharp as a knife, sliced ​​across the periosteum, blinding the eyes, shaving off the bridge of the nose, and even tearing the lips that pleaded for death into a gruesome bloody hole.

"No...kill me...please, kill me now!"

Iron Ladder God of Death let out inhuman howls amidst extreme pain and humiliation. Under the relentless pressure of the swirling swords, even fainting became a luxury, leaving him only to savor this hellish torment with conscious awareness.

Jiao Luosha watched as the Iron Ladder God was instantly transformed into a horribly disfigured human stump, her alluring face contorted with terror beyond recognition.

He wanted to escape, but the omnipresent, chilling sword realm had already sealed off his escape route. He could only steel himself and make a final desperate attempt.

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to drag you down to the underworld with me!!"

Jiao Luosha roared fiercely, pushing her life's power to the limit, and her hands suddenly trembled.

In an instant, thousands of purple ribbons, like countless eerie venomous snakes emerging from their caves, intertwined and entangled, carrying his life's worth of sinister and terrifying internal energy, sweeping towards Qingge like a tidal wave.

Wherever the ribbon passed, a cold wind howled, and the blue stone floor tiles on the training ground, which were as hard as iron, crumbled inch by inch like fragile thin ice, forcibly lifted up and rolled into the air by the violent true energy!

The scattered rubble merged with the endless ribbons shimmering with an eerie purple light, transforming into a destructive storm powerful enough to shred flesh and soul, seemingly threatening to devour the entire world.

However, Qingge merely glanced at him coldly, a chilling smile playing on her lips that sent shivers down Xiong Ba's spine. Her smile was a mixture of mockery and indifference.

"Hey ladyboy, weren't you having a good time just now?"

With a flick of her fingers, all the ribbons scattered across the sky crumbled into dust before they even got close to her.

Qingge didn't even glance at Jiaoluosha, her clear childish voice filled with impatience:

"Your clothes are all patchy red and purple; they look awful!"

laugh! !

A wisp of sword energy, thin as a spider's thread yet weighing more than ten thousand pounds, instantly pierced through Jiao Luo Sha's lower body.

Amidst the agonizing, twisted screams, his once-proud yet utterly distorted lower body was brutally torn apart, exploding into a cloud of crimson blood foam.

"Ah!! My... my..."

"Not only is she ugly, but she also has a foul mouth!"

Qingge waved her sleeve dismissively, and her sword finger flashed once more.

puff!

A piece of bright red tongue was torn away by the sword energy, leaving a trail of blood droplets that traced an eerie arc in mid-air.

Jiao Luosha covered her bleeding mouth, unable to utter a complete human voice anymore.

Then, the invisible sword intent transformed into layers of illusory shadows, swirling wildly around the alluring body.

With each lap, a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing falls, like petals falling in the snow—beautiful yet cruel.

In a short while, Jiao Luocha had become a trembling, blood-red skeleton, its eyes filled with deathly gray, tasting the cruelest and most merciless retribution in the world.

"My master said that if you encounter something dirty that can't be washed off, just scrape it off with a sword."

Jiang Qingge stood in the center of the sea of ​​blood, her clear, autumn-like eyes reflecting the crimson morning light covering the ground.

She let the cold sword intent linger above the countless writhing, inhuman piles of flesh and blood, as if adding another layer of eternal chill to this snowy battlefield.

On the training ground, the suffocating stench of blood mixed with the foul smell of excrement burst forth.

Those were dozens of bloody mounds, their roots cut off, limbs removed, and facial features mutilated. In their utter desolation, they used their last strength to let out weak and desperate twitches.

The massive, shattered torso of the Iron Ladder Demon still writhed unwillingly in the pool of blood, while the bloodied skeleton of the Beautiful Raksha trembled slightly in the cold wind, its empty eye sockets filled only with ashes and regret.

Beneath the morning breeze, this scene of severed limbs and bloodied flesh is the most thorough and merciless judgment against these Japanese beasts.

Jiang Qingge folded her fingers together and stood with her hands behind her back. There wasn't a single bloodstain on her white clothes. She was as aloof and ethereal as when she arrived. Only the hem of her clothes fluttered lightly in the wind, as if telling the story of the earth-shattering sword dance that had just taken place.

Xiong Ba slumped down beside the chair, gazing at the devastation and blood-stained sky.

His withered old hands were tightly covering his groin. Even without sword energy approaching, a bone-chilling cold made his lower body ache, as if Qingge could easily hook him with her hand.

His lips trembled violently, the palm-leaf fan in his hand had long since broken into several pieces, and he murmured in a trembling voice:

"Jiang Chen... what kind of little devil have you raised...?"

"I have roamed the world for most of my life, and I consider myself ruthless."

"But compared to this little girl's methods..."

"All the evil deeds I committed in the past were actually acts of kindness and accumulating merit..."